Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.